[ Vanitas raises his hand once he has Eliot's attention, holding the opal between two fingers. There isn't much light, just as the nature of what Beacon is. It only comes from their lanterns and between the two of them, Eliot's is much brighter. Vanitas' own is a black cage with a black flame inside — its dim, like it doesn't have much brightness to cast.
But then aurora up above shines down and reflects like a prism against the little stone. It's as bright as Vanitas' yellow eyes as a result. There's taunt in his voice. ]
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But then aurora up above shines down and reflects like a prism against the little stone. It's as bright as Vanitas' yellow eyes as a result. There's taunt in his voice. ]
I have something of yours.